This chapter either needed a lot of Spanish, or a lot of translating, so I decided neither. If you see anything said surrounded by asterisks (*) that means it is said in Spanish. For example "*Keys!*" Jessica English called. Pretty simple. A lot easier than having it first in Spanish, and then me translating for all you people you who don't speak Spanish. But there is a part where there is some flat out Spanish. I used an internet translator, so if it is wrong (because you can speak the language) tell me, and I will write to the site and demand money. J/K but I will change it.
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Vaughn made it a point to sing his daughter to sleep. Even in Barcelona, when it came time for Alexandra to go to bed, Vaughn made sure that he called her, and sang her the lullaby that he had sung since the day she was born. Something his sister did for her son, and something that Vaughn had wanted to make a tradition. Sometimes Alexandra would get annoyed at her father always singing to her, but hearing his voice over the phone from across the Atlantic ocean made Alexandra so happy.
"You are one devoted father." Weiss said.
"It is just what Sydney always wanted. A devoted family. I'm going to give it to her." Vaughn simply said.
That was the third time that month that Jessica had had that dream. It wasn't a memory, but something she yearned. She was standing at the park with her daughter, Juliana, and there was a man with them. They were throwing a ball around, like a normal family would. Every time Jessica went closer to see the man's face, he would turn away. Then when he was close enough that she could see his face, it was blurry, like her head wanted to remember what he looked like, but couldn't. But there was a song playing in the background, one that felt more familiar than not. She had heard it before, but couldn't place it. At first Jessica thought it was a memory. But it was impossible to be a memory. When Rosaline had found her, she was barely pregnant. Juliana never knew her father. Jessica looked over at her clock in her bedroom, and began to run around her room. She quickly woke up Juliana and Raquel, Rosa's three year old. That was her job in the morning, getting the kids to school. Not a day went by when Jessica wasn't grateful for Rosaline's hospitality. She had taken her in, and helped Jessica find a job at the university, teaching English, something that came more naturally than Spanish. Even after Rosaline had married Luis, and had their daughter Raquel, Jessica was still allowed to live with them. It was something that she held on to with a force. "*Keys!*" Jessica English called out, as she did every morning.
"*Check the table.*" Her five year old Juliana said, as she ran into the kitchen, all dressed in her uniform for school.
"*What would I do without you?*"
"*Lose your keys.*" Jessica laughed at her daughter's wit.
"*That I would!*" Juliana glowed. "*Rosa, Luis are you ready?*" Jessica called up the stairs.
"*Go on without us!*" Rosaline called back. "*We're running late!*" Jessica heard a fit of coughs from their room, and figured that Luis was fairly sick. She figured that Luis wouldn't be going to work. It was because of him that they had that nice apartment. Luis was a doctor, so the minute he was feeling sick, he would have the day off.
"*Ok, we're leaving!*" Jessica called. She grabbed her daughter, Raquel and ran out the door, and to the bus stop. They saw Rosa and Luis get into their car and drive off, presumably to the doctors. Luis' cough did not sound good.
"*Tía Jessica, why didn't Mama come today?*" Raquel asked.
"*I don't know. I think your dad is sick.*" The bus stopped and there was a rush of people getting off. "*Onto the bus girls.*" Jessica said. She watched as some men stepped out of the car. They felt a little familiar, but she couldn't pick out why. Jessica got on the bus, and paid the fare to get to the university.
Vaughn stepped out of the car. Weiss had told him that a Jessica English lived in the wealthier part of town, and he drove him there. Vaughn now looked at a large apartment building. Inside the building could live his wife he said. Vaughn saw people getting off the bus, and watched as one woman ushered her two young daughters onto the bus, like someone normal would do. He couldn't see the mother's face, but there was something about the older daughter that reminded him of his own. Vaughn had the impulse to pick up his phone and call Alexandra, but realized that it was only midnight, and she was still sound asleep.
"Let's go Vaughn." Weiss said. Vaughn led the team to the apartment, only to find that no one was there. "We're going to come back tonight." Weiss said, upon seeing the disappointment on his friend's face.
Jessica stepped off the bus, and quickly ran the girls to the school, only a block away. Juliana's teacher was not pleased at the fact that Juliana was late. Jessica felt bad. Her daughter was late because she sat in bed too long, thinking about the dream. Jessica's mind wandered back to the dream as she ran two buildings over to drop Raquel off at her school, only to be turned away at the door, saying that the teacher was sick. Cursing her bad luck, and knowing that Rosa could definitely not take her to work with her, Jessica grabbed her best friend's daughter and brought her to her office, where there was already a little place for her and Juliana to play after school.
"*Why are we here? I wanted to play at school.*" Raquel whined.
"*You teacher couldn't come today. Do you mind playing here today?*" Jessica begged.
"*Do I have to?*"
"*Sorry.*" Jessica apologized as she took the movie out of Raquel's backpack (she was bringing it to show and tell) and into the VCR in her office. Raquel was immediately watching the movie. She took a closer look at the box to see what Raquel was watching. Tarzan. Jessica read. The dubbed version. Of coarse it was dubbed, Raquel, and every other kid her age can't read the subtitles yet. Jessica thought. She sat down behind her desk and began to grade papers, after a little while; Raquel was pulling on her skirt.
"*Tía Jessica, it's in English. What is it saying?*" Raquel asked. Jessica stood up and went over to look at the TV squarely. It was a song that Disney didn't bother translating into Spanish. Jessica backed it up
"Come stop your crying. It will be all right" The monkey sang.
"Parada venida su gritando todo correcto." Jessica translated.
"Just take my hand. Hold it tight"
"Toma justa mi asimiento de la mano él firmemente."
"I will protect you from all around you."
"Le protegeré contra todo alrededor usted." Jessica continued to translate for the little girl. But as the chorus came around, she felt that she didn't need to hear the rest of the song to translate it. She knew it by heart. It was the very song in the dream from the night before. It was a memory.
"' causa usted estará en mi corazón
sí, usted estará en mi corazón
a partir de este día encendido
ahora y por siempre más" Jessica sang for Raquel. It was a memory. She remembered something. But it was more than the song as she thought about it. She was sitting in a rocking chair, watching a man holding a young child. The room was painted pink, making Jessica assume that the infant was a girl. And the man was singing that song to her. She got up and walked to the man. "I love you guys both." She said, kissing both of them. Jessica slid back into her seat as she remembered this. She had another daughter she realized.